Monday, January 2, 2017

The Flames are Still Dancing

I always knew that you'd come back with new stories to tell and someone beautiful to help replace the memories with me. I just hope you were not planning on keeping the house where we wrote on the walls and drew on the floors, I burnt it down with the lighter you left in the left pocket of the leather jacket I stole when you were still here, still kissing on me as if I were an angel or something. I always knew that you'd come back with new stories to tell and someone beautiful to help replace the memories with me. I just hope you are as happy.